I am not your wall. I am not your floor. I am not your trash can. And I am not your doormat.
I am not your dog. I am not your television. I am not you frying pan. And I am not your pillow.
I am not your car. I am not your computer. I am not your dishwasher. And I am not your book. I am a human being and I have feelings.
I have a heart. It beats. I breathe. I cry. I think. I hurt. And I try. Too hard. I am a woman and I am sensitive. I have feet. They stand. I yell. I smile. I sigh. I tense. I feel. And I laugh. Too little.
I am not your person. I am not your possession. I am not your couch. And I am not your whim.
I am me. Let me be me. I wear it. My heart. Don't forget that it's still my heart and it still hurts. Let me wear it. That's me.
You make me cry, you lose my trust. You make me angry, you lose my love. You make me a fool, you lose me.